“She assured me that I would see you again.”
“Really? So, you’ve been discussing me with perfect strangers?”
“Not exactly. I simply said I’d met a young man.”
“Go on.”
“She read my palm.”
Oh, crap. “Did she promise you the usual? A long life and a happily ever after?”
“Not exactly.”
“What, exactly?”
“It doesn’t matter. She was just very good at it. So good, I almost believed her.”
“I’d really like to know what she said.”
“Well, she told me you’d call. And that . . . never mind. This is all so silly.”
Forcing a little power into his voice, Dominic said, “Go on.”
“She said I’d learn things about you that might scare me, but that you’d never hurt me. It was almost as if she knew you.”
“Sure sounds like it. So, what does that mean for us, exactly?”
“Is there an ‘us’?”
“I was hoping there would be.”
Maddy felt her insides melting as their gazes met. His voice was warm and caring, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern. He had saved her life. What was she afraid of? Trying to lighten the mood, she said, “You’re not an alien or anything, are you?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“You’re not like Superman, hiding your real identity?”
“No, I’m definitely not Superman. Or Batman. Or Thor.”
“Too bad,” she said with a wry grin. “I love superheroes.”
“Then I’ll try to be one.”
“Is your invitation still open?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then I’d love to go out with you.”
“Pick you up in an hour?”
“Sure. Wait. I thought you didn’t have a car.”
He grinned at her. “I do now.”
* * *
He did, indeed, have a car, Maddy thought when he called for her—a brand-new Camaro, yellow with black racing stripes and black leather upholstery.